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Thursday, August 28, 2008

Last of the weekend events

My first ever dinner I made, and had someone over for dinner, was for my ex-ish. He had not seen my place, and given the circumstances, it was best he see it without other people around. It wasn't nearly as horrible as it could have been. A tad awkward, of course, but it was ok. I got to show him my floors, the rubber duckie shower curtain hangers I bought to make the ugly bathroom a little happier, and the amazing shed. I think he was happy to see the kitty, and happy that the kitty was happy to see him. So now that hurdle is gone.

i don't follow your therapists line of thought there. sounds a bit '3 monkey' to me.

i think it was a good move on your part to have him over for dinner. it gave you a chance to talk, awkward or not, and it also gave him a chance to see your new place. that may help him with moving on as well. the two of you obviously cared deeply about eachother and from the sound of it you are nowhere near the 'i hate that asshole and hope he dies a horribly slow and violent death' so doing what you can to help eachother process the changes is a good thing in my book.

but hey, just cause i could use a good shrink doesn't make me a good shrink. ;)

See, that's what I thought too. Thanks for the affirmation everyone. Of course, there's still the hurdle of the divorce actually being finalized, which will be sad. My therapist thinks I'm just trying to hang on. Which I guess to a certain extent I am. I mean, I don't want him to disappear from my life! But yes, I also have a tendency to have a man in my life and I do need to be alone for a while...

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